my song

6. My Song
Used to be
Music made you feel better
A ringing bell
A carousel you could
Bliss into
You'd roll along
Your soul a song
Perpetually together
Melody
A medicine wheel that was
Healing you

But this song
This song
It's the finger now held
Halted on the glass
This song
This song
Is a snake coiled in the grass
That lets go of itself
Just to bite you
When you ask it for a kiss
This song

A bloke I know
Walked around the globe
And couldn't find where he started
A bird I heard
Flew against the world and hung
Still in space
The lunar tithe
Of moon on tide
Stops when the sea is parted
The revolution cannot find the right
Time and place

And this song
This song
It's the finger now held
Halted on the glass
This song
This song
Is a snake coiled in the grass
That lets go of itself
Just to bite you
When you ask it for a kiss
This song

The clocks have stopped
The seasons are not
Turning
Any more
And you're a poor one for you're tethered
Like a bird to heavy feathers
To music that does not make you feel
Better